All The Sinners Bleed Kindle Novels & Stories

"You should have used the yellow wolfsbane, works everytime." He gasped, struggling against my grip. I smirked at his pale face as it had lost all it's color. "No one needs a priest like you, in fact, I'm doing the world a favor. You should've confessed your sins when I gave you the chance to, maybe you could've been going to a better place or else…" I trailed off, digging my claws harder into his neck. "...see you in hell." Just then, I clawed at his stomach, causing blood to splash all over myself. His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him.

ALEXANDER POV Everything around me felt slow and dull. My hands were slack, tied by so many things—responsibilities, Madison, the company. The little ray of sunshine I had left had been snuffed out. This little dinner my father was putting together would not help matters, especially since I would see Isabella there. It didn’t matter if I had been sinning with her for the longest time. It didn’t matter if she was never mine to begin with and I had taken what was not meant for me. It didn’t matter if she hated me now and never wanted to look at my face. All I thought of was how much my heart ached at her absence.

It was exactly midnight. Dante was sitting in front of the operation room, pressing his hands together while looking up in the ceiling. “I know I am a terrible person. I have committed a lot of sins and I don’t deserve to be forgiven by you.” He spoked. “But Victoria and the baby inside of her are innocent.” Tears started to gather around the rim of his eyes. “So please God, if you actually exist, please save both of them.” He was holding on to the necklace Victoria was wearing last time. He knew what it was, one of the item that was supposed to be auctioned at Sergio’s auction.

I whispered. “You should go to sleep instead.” When someone was bleeding profusely like this—“You are dying! You are losing way too much blood, just please.” Tears trickled down the corner of my eyes. I hated the sight of blood, and I hated seeing someone in pain. But Callum wasn’t even looking like he was in pain at all, like bleeding was normal. A sigh left his lips as he walked past me, still heading to the bar with alcohol. “The fuck are you doing? What about antiseptics and bandages?”

I murmur. A warm liquid runs through my fingers and all the way down my elbow. A pungent metallic smell stings in the air. I'm fucking bleeding. I don't know how long I can take this. I give up shielding my ears and instead curl up into a ball. I'm going to die, I'm going to die in this dark place. I'm going to die alone in this dark place. As the agonising seconds tick by I feel my hope vanish into thin air. Still, something is beckoning me to hold on. I want to live, I really want to live. I want another chance to live my life, I'll love and allow myself to be loved. I want to live. I feel as though I've been crying for lifetimes because as much as I am crying, no tears spill from my eyeli

She was comatose, her lips parted and snoring ever so slightly. I had been surrounded by beautiful women my entire life. And yet none of them came close to her. It was her goodness, I realised. It shone from her skin, making her glow. I wasn’t a good man. I had been raised since I was a child to be cold. I didn’t have the same kind of moral compass as other men did. I couldn’t have one if I wanted to stay alive. I had always been the smallest of my brothers, the least blood thirsty, and I’d been beaten down more times than I cared to remember. But in a way that had made me stronger than the rest. I was cleverer. I was sly. And in the end they had fallen and I had triumphed. The blood on my h

Blood poured down his cheek, soaking his tattered shirt. And then, silence. His body trembled, lips parted, barely clinging to life. I stepped behind him, gripping his head, my voice low. "Your sins are paid." The blade sliced clean across his throat. His body jerked, then stilled. The blood gushed in thick, pulsing waves, splattering my white shirt.

“You sound like someone who has.” I looked through the screen, though I could see nothing but shadow. For a moment, I almost wanted to tell him everything, the nights I doubted, the prayers that went unanswered, the weight of other people’s sins pressing against mine. But that wasn’t my place. I was supposed to be the anchor here, not another soul adrift. Instead, I whispered, “All sins can be forgiven.” The words felt fragile, hollow, like a candle’s last flicker before dying out.

AURORA'S POV I think I'm mesmerized by the sight of him. It seems as if I just summoned a demon from hell to fight my battles. I hate the sight of blood, but at this moment, I can't help but cry in relief as I see the blood staining his hands. Knowing that it belongs to the beasts who wanted to devour me. He throws the thug away and he hits the wall convulsing. His men who were chasing after him finally catch up and fall on the thugs, giving them the beating of their lives. The sound of crushing bones suddenly doesn't feel offensive to me, I like it even.

I never imagined wanting to be a sinner and now I just want to be his sinner, be punished by his calloused hands, consumed by the darkness of the deaths he carries and the pain he causes, he is the most beautiful fucking fallen angel. I pressed my cheek against his chest, sighing in relief at the strong beats. I am a sinner, condemned without the right to defense by stronger people, incapable of feeling anything, being welcomed by the greatest foe, by the one who should have been worse than them, receiving a slow caress on the arm by the careful touch, giving meaning to the entire crossing until to come here, to be in your arms with my sins exposed bleeding openly between your fingers with n